Poetry
What He Said To Me
by Logan Rosenberg
He leaned over
Out of his bucket seat
Hand on the dash

A couple days ago
Some scientists had frozen a sheep
Replaced all its fluids with a saline solution
And kept it in a cold sleep for five days
He said they put new blood in on the sixth day
And it woke up
With no evident damage
The way he said this,
He could have easily been passing me a worn pamphlet
Or an apple

The ramifications of the experiment
Of life and everything like it
It’s all just a chemical process
Your mind is a series of impulses
And the soul is a tool
That we crafted like the wheel
Or bronze.


He said this
Then turned up the radio
A little louder
Posted by: Logan Rosenberg

Poetry (October 21st, 2007)